From the Book - First edition.
Virginia Woolf nears forty
The greatest waste now going on in letters
Without a novel and with now power to write one
English in the tetth of all the world
Do not forget your ever friend
Eliot dined last Sunday & read his poem
The Waste Land in New York
I like being with my dead
A September weekend with the Woolves
David and Frieda arrive in Taos
Mrs Dalloway has branched into a book
What more is necessary to a great poem?
